Kingdom’s Bloodline

Latest website: Hearing this greeting that confused others but made the victim feel even more frightened, Thales twitched the corner of his mouth uncontrollably.

Katerina Corleone…

Seven years ago, the horror of the birch forest came back to his mind overnight, and Thales had to resist the desire to touch his neck with all his strength.

Li Corleone bowed again, respectfully and appropriately, but exuding an inexplicable coldness: "Forgive me, for reasons well known to everyone, I can only visit Kongming Palace on a suitable night, so I come to see you late."

Zhan looked at Thales and then at the Vampire Earl in front of him, thoughtfully.

"Okay, very good, very good," Thales coughed, "Her Majesty Cortrina and I—"

"Mutual admiration and long-lasting friendship," Li said decisively, without any room for comment. He took out a letter from his arms and said, "Here is her letter."

Admire each other.

Friendship lasts forever.

Thales bit his lip. With a complicated mood, he forced a smile and reached out to receive the letter under Zhan's strange gaze.

"Your Majesty also asked me to bring you one sentence," Li seemed to think it was not enough, "I still remember the promise of the inner sea."

Thales' expression froze.

"Inland sea, what inland sea?" Zhan couldn't help but ask.

Sunset, can he stop being associated with these blood drinkers?

"This, uh..."

The prince looked at the Blood Fang emblem on the letter and chuckled:

"I don't need to read it now, right? Do I need to reply to the letter after reading it? Where should I reply to? Is there a fixed letter crow? Or a directional stone in the crow house?"

But Li turned directly to the other side and ignored him:

"Jayne Kevin Deal."

The Duke of South Shore nodded gently in response:

"Count Le, or, adjutant."

"Okay, I understand." Thales muttered quietly as no one paid attention to him. He shook the letter in his hand and retracted his seat silently and consciously.

Li stared at Zhan En, his eyes were extremely cold, oozing with inexplicable pressure:

"In the past three hundred years, many dukes in Emerald City have been named by this name. I have met two of them."

But Zhan En didn't realize it, and his smile remained the same:

"And I have admired your name for a long time, Count Li under the Throne of the Sea of ​​Blood. There are records in the family: you are the most self-controlled Corleone. You are the most self-controlling Corleone, and you can remain unmoved despite being exposed to human blood."

"I probably know where these records come from," Li was unmoved by the praise and responded coldly, "I just hope you won't be like your great-grandfather who invited me to a banquet but found eight people in the room. A menstruating girl serves wine and dinner just to watch a vampire lose control of his thirst for blood."

What?

Thales frowned and looked at the Duke.

Zhan coughed and whispered to Thales:

"My great-grandfather was only nineteen at the time, and he was severely punished afterwards."

Thales narrowed his eyes.

"In short, this shows that our two families have a long friendship and a rich history." Zhan quickly ignored the embarrassment and went straight to the topic, "But because of some trivial matters seven years ago, Kevin Dill and Corleone have not been in contact with each other for a long time. This cannot but be said to be a pity.”

"trivia?"

Thales muttered in a low voice, and as expected, he received an angry glare from Zhan.

"That's true, Your Majesty the Duke," Li nodded without any wavering in his words, "Her Majesty the Queen is particularly sorry - especially since she almost lost her throne and even her life."

Thales on the side nodded solemnly.

Zhan was a little speechless, but he quickly picked up the wine glass with one hand to block Thales' grimace beside him, and at the same time sighed:

"Yes, I am sorry for the accident back then, Earl, and I am willing to compensate for this, but I also know that no compensation can be repaid... But long-term isolation is harmful to both parties, especially when we are on the sea of ​​​​terminus." The two ends of the best trade wind circumnavigation zone..."

But before Zhan En finished speaking, Li spoke again:

"So Your Majesty believes that before the two families can resume contact and cooperation, we must first settle the previous debts and clear up all the grudges."

After speaking, he looked directly at the Duke of Nan'an.

Former debts are settled, and all grudges are cleared.

Zhan frowned.

But the next second, he changed his face and laughed loudly:

"That's natural! As you can see, even the person who was present at the time, His Highness Thales, has settled the differences with me and drank together at the same table - "

"What?" Thales stuck his head out, in disbelief.

Zhan twirled the wine glass with a smile and blocked Thales' protruding face from his sight again:

"——Then, do our two families, Iris and Bloodfang, have any unresolved old grudges?"

What?

Thales' eyes widened:

Can you still do this?

Are you so thick-skinned?

This time, Li was silent for a long time, his eyes were quiet and lifeless, which made it even more unsettling against the backdrop of the bustling banquet around him.

But the next second, Thales felt his eyes blurred!

What's going on - the prince was startled and subconsciously awakened the sin of Hell River in his body!

"Seychelles!"

Zhan's voice sounded, stern and alert.

The voice fell and Thales came back to his senses.

Only then did he realize that there was an extra glass of wine in Li's hand.

Beside Zhan, the butler Ashford frowned and looked at the wine plate in front of him: there was a cup missing.

"Don't be nervous, Your Highness, Duke," Li said expressionlessly, "I'm just thirsty, get a glass of wine."

Zhan looked at the vampires warily and took a deep breath.

After a few seconds, he waved back.

Behind the Duke, the Seychelles knight who appeared at some unknown time snorted angrily, sheathed his sword, and sat back in his seat.

The surrounding guests were feasting as before, the music was as lively as ever, and no one seemed to notice the thrill of this moment.

In the distance, Mallos lowered his fist, and several familiar faces of the Star Lake Guards seeped into the crowd again.

Li raised his glass and drank it slowly, then slowly put it down, as if he wanted to avoid the situation just now.

And Zhan just stared at him quietly, waiting for a response.

"Then, I am willing to believe in Kevin Dill's sincerity and wait and see," finally, the vampire with a Far Eastern face slowly spoke, "I hope your compensation is enough."

After the words fell, Zhan let out a sigh of relief with satisfaction (Tiles sighed regretfully):

"No problem, we can talk about anything: Li Jing, Eternal Oil, or other things. Please note that the Sea of ​​Ending is very big."

"Very good," Li saluted the Duke of Nan'an, "With a wise master like you, Kevin Deer will be able to rule forever."

Zhan En put on his smile again, as if he had forgotten the scene just now:

"May the Corleone family bloodline last forever."

"It's so touching to turn an enemy into a friend." Thales said sourly on the side, and met Zhan En's unpleasant gaze again.

But at this moment, when everyone thought that the tension was gone and the threat was gone, Li's head twisted like a puppet and looked to the left!

"Le Corleone, Lord Ye's capable general, what a surprise!"

Thales and Zhan were both shocked: at some point, a young aristocrat in his twenties and richly dressed appeared next to Li, his face full of surprise.

This young man has a handsome face and a hearty smile. His eyebrows, eyes and edges have been carefully modified, and his eyes are bright and sparkling.

He held up a glass of wine, but Thales noticed that the surface of the wine in the glass was calm.

"Oops." Zhan frowned and whispered.

"What's wrong?" Thales asked him quietly, but he could only get a shake of his head in response.

The young man was full of smiles. He casually sat down next to Thales and raised his glass:

"How is Lord Nightwing doing lately? Have you found him? It has been two hundred years. Has he gone to sleep in seclusion or gone for a walk? Don't be caught by the Temple of the Sun. Of course, if he is tricked by vampire hunters, ——”

"You don't deserve to talk to me, junior."

Li spoke in a deep voice, not very fast, but interrupted the young man just right, and there was a faint warning in his words:

"It would be more like your mother or old Marvolo."

The handsome young man's smile faltered.

"Tsk, tsk, age discrimination does a lot of harm to people."

He looked at Zhan En and Thales, shrugged helplessly, and then looked back at Count Li.

"But please don't worry, I will definitely take these words to the graves of my mother and the old speaker - or in their graves."

Li didn't answer, just stared at the uninvited guest coldly.

Thales had nothing to do with himself, but he paid attention to the situation with interest.

Zhan obviously knew the young man, and he warned cautiously:

"Yannick."

But the young man named Yannick didn't seem to hear him. He leaned forward and stared at the vampire in front of him without any scruples:

"Be careful, Master Zhan En. These are the Seven Branches of the Kingdom of Night who are famous for being crazy and violent. Once they get angry, the Emerald City will bleed."

Li's eyes sharpened!

"Both of you!"

Zhan En raised his voice, his smile not diminishing: "Today is the competition banquet, one of the most celebrated days in the Emerald City."

Yannick and Li looked at each other.

"Ha, it's just a joke. After all, in this city," Yannick chuckled, "Who has the ability to make the iris bleed?"

Li Leng snorted.

Jenn breathed a sigh of relief.

But the young man suddenly turned around and stretched out his hand towards Thales:

"My name is Yannick, His Highness Thales, from the Feast Leader."

Thales had no choice but to return the favor and hold the other person's hand.

"I'm Thales Bright Star - oh, your hands are so cold, wait, Feast Leader?"

Thales thought of something and subconsciously let go of the other party's cold and biting hand.

"Yes, that's right, that's why I can only come here at night." Yannick smiled slightly and took back his hand, not feeling dissatisfied.

He looked at Li and meant something:

"And just as unpopular."

Feast collar.

Thales's smile disappeared, and he thought of the geography of the Western Continent, the Feast Land and the Yemang Mountains. These are all locations on the Golden Corridor, adjacent to the city-state of Leivor, but...

The Feast Territory is the mysterious territory of the vampires who stayed in the Western Continent after the Ending War. It is managed and ruled by the Dark Night Council composed of the above six branches.

He is a vampire.

Thales frowned and looked at Yannick, but the vampire didn't care. He smiled and spread his hands, letting Thales look at him.

No wonder he wears makeup.

Otherwise, his expression may be like Li's, and people will know something is wrong at a glance...

Or like Nicolai's dead face.

Zhan coughed and signaled to Yannick:

"Tiles, this is a member of the Dark Night Parliament from the Feast Territory..."

"Ah, Your Majesty the Duke, we have changed our name. We are no longer called the Dark Night Parliament," Yannick's eyes lit up and interrupted Zhan, "Now, we are called the Immortal Parliament."

Zhan frowned:

"The Immortal Parliament?"

Li also had a look in his eyes.

Yannick smiled and nodded:

"Exactly, you know, warm-blooded people always have fear and bad associations with the night. They always feel that darkness is evil and terrifying. In addition, coupled with the long-term misunderstanding of cold-blooded people, we passed a resolution to no longer Called the Night Council..."

Li sneered, seemingly disdainful.

Zhan En followed the good example and immediately changed his words:

"Very well, Immortal Parliament. Thales, allow me to reintroduce you. This is Yannick Holier, the seventh member of the Immortal Parliament. He represents the Holier family among the six families leading the feast."

The Night Parliament, the Immortal Parliament.

Seventh Member of Parliament.

The Houllier family.

Countless nouns flashed through Thales' mind quickly, but he noticed another point:

"Congressman Yannick, you just said - warm-blooded, cold-blooded?"

Yannick nodded happily:

"Ah, I'm glad you noticed this, Your Highness. We used to like to call ourselves 'long-lived species' and call humans 'short-lived species'. I also used it this way when I was young... But there is no doubt that this is a historical formation. The opposite title lacks respect and reflects narrow-mindedness and old-fashioned thinking. It’s time to eliminate it.”

Yannick looked at the Duke and Prince friendly:

"So, you are warm-blooded, and we are cold-blooded. Your Highness, I believe this is a more objective, respectful, and friendly title, which will help eliminate the misunderstanding, estrangement, and hatred that humans and vampires have had for many years."

Warm-blooded, cold-blooded.

Thales understood.

"Abandoning the pride of thousands of years of immortality, you are willing to be despicable, tie your own hands and feet, belittle and despise yourself," Li sneered from the side, "It is simply humiliating yourself."

Zhan frowned.

But Yannick’s smile never diminished:

"Oh, really? But in my opinion, Earl Li, perhaps calling himself an 'immortal species' is just humiliating himself: Even if the Vampires are immortal, isn't their lifespan less than half that of the immortal elves? "

Thales said doubtfully:

"Which half?"

Yannick turned back and smiled easily:

"daytime."

Thales suddenly realized.

"Childish, naive, ridiculous."

Le Corleone continued to sneer, he said disdainfully:

"It's a boring child's play for juniors."

Jenn coughed heavily, but it obviously didn't help much.

"I'm sorry, but this is not childish, nor is it ridiculous, nor is it boring, Corleone." Yannick shook his glass and changed into a comfortable sitting position. "This is out of practical political considerations."

"Political considerations?" Thales asked.

"We are different from our relatives in the Eastern Continent, Your Highness Thales. The Feast Territory is a place where vampires and humans, cold-blooded species and warm-blooded species live together and even rule together. We need to deal with the outside world - not just with swords ”

Yannick smiled and said:

"So, respect is necessary and mutual: If the vampires no longer want to be called disgusting 'vampires', no longer want to be regarded as enemies by humans, no longer want to be isolated from the world, no longer want to be hated and endured endlessly in the cycle of hatred, If we are afraid, we must change the impression that outsiders have on us and change our attitude towards the world.”

"Just like your kingdom: after the End of the World, the Renaissance King no longer shows himself as the prince of the empire, so that he can put aside the reputation of the tyrant and tyranny, and let the Kingdom of Stars stand in the End of the World."

Thales rolled his eyes.

Zhan En chuckled, seemingly helpless:

"But the world has never let go of this. Seven hundred years later, they still mock us as 'Imperial People'."

Li, who came from the Kingdom of Darkness, hummed disdainfully.

"Respect is not obtained by groveling," Corleone said coldly, with a sinister tone, "but by strength, death, fear, and the blood of our enemies - the things we rely on to survive, the fourth generation. Junior.”

"Yes, hiding in the bunker, hiding in the fog, sheltering heinous robbers and bandits, making the surrounding environment scary and eerie, and then calling itself the 'Kingdom of Night'," Yannick said sarcastically, "with the surrounding countries Eternally hostile, constantly fighting against waves of crusaders, relying on robbery, murder, coercion, seduction, extortion, and coercion.”

The vampire councilman leading the feast raised his head and prepared to drink:

"This is so respectable, a second-generation old guy."

But the next second, Li suddenly stretched out his hand and firmly grasped Yannick's wine glass!

Yannick frowned and looked at Li.

"Please, you two," Zhan En sighed helplessly, "I cherish my banquet very much, and I also cherish the reputation of both of you."

Li was silent for a while, then slowly let go of the other person's wine glass.

"ridiculous."

"Without His Majesty Lan Li's cross-sea battles in the past, without his frightening achievements, without him proving the role of the vampires in large-scale wars," Li Han said, "How could the relatives of the Feast Leader live so comfortably in the Western Continent? Can you survive on the golden corridor where the situation is complicated?”

"Look at what happened to Yemang Mountain - after the wolf enemy, are there still a group of werewolves in the Western Continent?"

Yannick pursed his lips.

"Yes, I believe it." The congressman was a little unsure. He smiled helplessly at Thales, "It's just that it's relatively rare?"

"If King Fuxing hadn't established Yongxing City in Shawen's hometown, if there hadn't been Black Eye's bloody conquests over the decades, and if there hadn't been King of Blades' rolling iron hooves moving westward and southward," Li continued aggressively, "how would the Kingdom of Stars have achieved its current territory and status? ? By changing the name of the Exeters to 'Good Brothers of the North'? Or by calling themselves 'Harmless Little Darlings of the Empire'?"

Thales blinked.

Yannick frowned: "But the stars are not -"

"Remember, the fourth generation's juniors, verbal and formal hypocrisy cannot change the essential cruelty: we are still the blood race, still competing with the surrounding races, and the enemies will not follow us just because of a change of title. Love each other and live in harmony.”

Li Leng said:

"Only war can win respect."

Yannick was speechless for a moment.

"Maybe."

But Thales's voice sounded at this moment:

"Perhaps some of those who won the war earned respect."

"But that doesn't mean: war can win respect."

Zhan, Yannick and Li all looked at him.

"Yes, Black Eyes won the war, at least most of them, but he did not win respect: after his death, the stars burst into flames and were torn apart," Thales sighed. "It was his son who won respect - The 'Peace King' Kessel I made great efforts to recuperate and recuperate, and it was his national policy to 'rather waste money than engage in war'."

Jenn mused.

"Blade King Tormund II also won the war, but he still did not win respect: after his death, the Blade Lords were swarmed with thieves, and the West Wasteland was like hell," the prince thought of his history class and thought of Gilbert , couldn't help but feel sentimental, "It was the later 'Benevolent King' Su Mei and 'Eight Fingers' Horace, and even the later Iron Thorn Queen Mother and 'Jackal' Su Mei who won respect. It was their support and governance that lasted for generations. and comfort.”

Li remained motionless, but the way Yannick looked at Thales was different.

Thales let out a long breath, sat upright, and looked at the two vampires:

"What can be won in war is only the condition for gaining respect, and it is only one of the conditions."

"But that's never respect."

Thales was categorical and became more and more sure of his thoughts:

"Never."

"If we stop there, there will be no respect."

There was a moment of silence at the table.

"Forgive my blindness, Your Highness," Li suddenly said, staring closely at Thales, "You are more like the Renaissance King."

"Then His Highness is going to make great achievements, right?" Yannick said with a smile.

Li turned to his compatriots in the Western Continent and snorted coldly:

"Go on, junior, abandon the pride of immortality, indulge in comfort, surrender, grovel, and be humble - you will pay the price sooner or later."

"People who are used to being aloof, of course think that nodding is groveling," Yannick's smile disappeared. "People who have low self-esteem in their bones always feel that raising their head is groveling."

He leaned forward and said:

"Corleone family, which one are you?"

"Everyone!"

Zhan finally couldn't bear it anymore. He forcibly interrupted the conversation between the two and raised his glass:

"How about we have a drink? For today's gathering - this combination may be rare in a century."

The Duke of South Bank looked at Thales, then at the two vampires in the east and west, his eyes were stern, and his expression was full of "Give me a face."

"No need," Li snorted coldly. He glanced at Thales, turned around and left, "Anyway, I'm not welcome here."

However, Yannick sat in his original position as if he was at ease, and raised his glass to Li's background:

"Well, it shouldn't be my fault, right?"

Zhan, who finally repaired his relationship with Corleone, sighed and stood up.

"Let me take you out, Count Li," the Duke said helplessly, "We can talk about resuming our relationship..."

Zhan followed Le Corleone away, not forgetting to give Thales a warning look of "Don't ruin my party."

What's wrong?

Thales responded innocently and spread his hands.

Didn’t you want me to maintain a hostile relationship with you?

"Now, I finally know why Iris invited me," Yannick's smile slowly disappeared as he saw his master and enemy leave, "For balance."

Thales smiled politely.

But Yannick sighed and continued:

"It is said that in the Empire era, King Nightwing - he did not have this name at that time, and his tribe called him 'Unyielding Lanli' - was a symbol of the new generation and changers."

Thales' eyes moved.

The unyielding Ramli?

"He was tired of the increasingly decadent rule of the ancestors of the blood clan and the first-generation elders. He led the young clansmen - including my mother - to take the lead in resisting the powerful Council of Elders, and fought for three hundred years before gaining freedom and new life, laying the foundation for The situation of the thirteen surnames of the Vampire Clan today."

Lan Li rebelled against the first generation of elders and established the thirteen surnames of the blood clan.

Thales nodded.

"But now," Yannick's words were full of emotion, "King Nightwing and his people are already the oldest, but also the most conservative vampire clan in the world. They are enemies of everyone and don't know how to adapt."

He looked at Thales, shook his head and smiled:

"It's ironic, isn't it?"

But Thales smiled slightly and shook his head.

"As is often the case," the prince thought of King Nun, he also lamented, "there are more humans."

Yannick looked at the prince and stretched out his hand again.

"Yannick Fraser Houllier - or just call me Yan. Nice to meet you, Your Highness," the young vampire's eyes were sharp, "Before my mother ended her slumber, I was the one who brought the new family to the feast. On behalf of the master, you are welcome to be our guest.”

"Nice to meet you, Jan."

Thales adjusted his mood and held Yannick's hand. This time, the other person's hand was equally cold, but Thales did not reject it and did not let go in advance:

"Tails Serenjie Lana Kessel Bright Star, you can also call me Thales and live in Star Lake Castle temporarily. Well, there are many small animals there and it's dirty and messy, so I won't invite you. ”

"Understandable."

"Okay, I'll tell you the truth," Thales held it in for a while and sighed deeply:

“The main reason is that the hospitality budget is insufficient.”

Yang was startled when he heard this, and then laughed.

"I have to say, Thales, you are one of the more special humans I have ever seen. Well, warm-blooded."

"Both each other, Yang, you are also the special cold-blood-sucking species I have ever seen."

"You want to say vampire?"

"Feel sorry."

"Hahahahaha!"

"Are all the vampires in the Feast Leader like you?"

Yang hesitated when he heard the words.

"Of course I hope so, Thales," the vampire shook his head, "but I have to say, that is overestimating us."

He tutted:

"Just like human beings, there are always people who talk about benevolence and morality, but are full of male thieves and female prostitutes. Some vampires may appear gentle and polite on the surface, but are brutal and bloodthirsty secretly."

He seems gentle and polite, but in fact he is brutal and bloodthirsty...

Thales thought of something and frowned:

"I...actually know someone like this."

Yannick nodded: "So I have always believed that whether humans or vampires, when facing ourselves, the difficult test we face is the same: to defeat our own desires."

"That makes sense."

The two were silent for a while.

"I guess Li Corleone should have left by now," Yannick said in a deep voice, "My mother said that Li Corleone is one of the people in the tribe who can best restrain himself and keep his sense. But ironically Yes, he is loyal to the cruel and tyrannical King Nightwing."

Thales thought of the Corleone twin sisters and nodded with lingering fear.

"Of course, he may be right. The change of title does have limited meaning," Yannick sighed. "Words are pale. The only thing that brings us balance and gives us a place is strength."

“But words are what have the power.”

Thales' words made Yannick raise his eyes.

"Changing the title may not help: it cannot change the power system behind it, it cannot change the essence of the relationship between humans and vampires, and it cannot change the thousand-year hatred and vendetta."

Thales thought of something, and he affirmed:

"But at least, it can remind every user in the experience of being mentioned and used again and again: we are aware of the dilemma that history has given us, and we are working hard to solve it."

Yannick's eyes moved slightly: "Do you really think so?"

Thales smiled at him:

"No matter how bad it is, it is still an attitude, a gesture, and an action."

“The power of words is to rely on such utterances that many people do not take seriously, and to rely on repetition, emphasis, and explanation again and again to leave a voice in history and carve scratches to tell future generations: At this moment, we are starting from Wherever you come from, you will go where you want to go - just like the story of 'Unyielding Ramli' that you, as a descendant, have heard."

Yannick's expression slowly changed.

"Instead of holding on to the attitude of 'It won't change the fundamentals', 'It's useless anyway', 'Form is greater than substance', and 'Hypocritical political correctness', we just continue to behave like this, pretending to be deaf and mute, and even pretend to be arrogant and pretend to be opposed. , as if by devaluing the efforts of those who want to do things as worthless, they can cover up their cold-bloodedness and insensitivity and show how smart they are.”

Thales exhaled:

"Or go to extremes, regard violence and terror as belief, fear and disgust as respect, thinking that this can win dignity."

He was a little lost:

"With all due respect, that is condescending and self-righteous."

This time, Yannick looked at him and was silent for a long time.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

He sighed and put down his glass.

"That old guy just said that you look like the Revival King?"

"Maybe, I don't know, it doesn't look like the one in the painting anyway," Thales curled his lips, "What do you think?"

"I don't know, I've only seen the Renaissance King from paintings." Yannick shook his head.

He stared at Thales:

"But I have seen the wise gentleman."

Thales was startled.

It took several seconds for him to react:

"Oh, thanks."

Yannick smiled again.

"To be honest, before I came here, I had an acquaintance who hated you very much. He hated you so much that his teeth itched."

Thales frowned:

"Acquaintance? Hate me?"

Yannick nodded:

"But after seeing you today, I'm sure she was biased - it should be personal grudges or personality that made her make an irrational evaluation of you."

Thales became more and more confused:

"she?"

I saw Yannick smiling slightly and sitting upright.

"Grand Duchess Selina Corleone, the true owner of the Throne of the Blood Sea - who calls herself," the vampire in front of him bowed, not forgetting to stretch out his hand and put a quotation mark, "please ask me to say hello to you, 'May my dear Tai Ers is in good health, rich in nutrition, and as good as ever."

Ser, Serin...

Rich in nutrition, great tonic as before...

Thales blinked mechanically.

Serena Corleone! ?

The prince was startled and stood up uncontrollably!

"What did you say?"

Yannick rolled his eyes:

"She said, if you don't believe it, there is a secret code here, well, I remember it seems to be..."

"'Death without bleeding'?"

Yannick scratched his head and said doubtfully:

"Or 'Don't bleed or die'? Sorry, I'm not familiar with Donglu's allusions..."

But Duke Xinghu had no time to pay attention to him.

At that moment, Thales only felt his neck hurt even more.

What are you doing?

After a long while, Thales said with a twitching face:

"Ugly, ugly face - Serin is at the banquet hall, where are you?"

Yannick was noncommittal and happily pulled out a letter:

"Her letter, I wish you a pleasant presentation."

Thales took the letter numbly and found a bright red lip mark on the envelope, and his heart skipped a beat.

The prince pursed his lips in pain and stuffed it randomly into the inner pocket that already contained a letter, only to find that even the letter paper was in the same style.

They are indeed sisters.

Sister Nima’s sister.

Yannick saw Thales' expression and understood instantly.

He smiled handsomely.

"I don't know what grudges you have with Grand Duchess Serena, Thales, but I'm sure it's not your fault - I don't like her either."

"But, hopefully we can be friends, Tails."

The vampire stood up.

"I guess no one at this banquet wants to drink with me, and the only clan member..."

Yannick Houllier, the leader of the feast, shook his head:

"Then we'll see you next time - in the evening, of course."

Thales, who was speechless and choked, sighed, listlessly, and felt his chest was as heavy as a stone: "Okay, goodbye."

The vampire looked around.

"Please be careful, I can feel that the Emerald City is undercurrent at the moment, and there are a lot of dirty things here."

dirty stuff.

These words made Thales' expression change. Just as he was about to ask, he saw Yannick blinking his right eye. His steps were not fast, but his figure strangely flashed through the crowd in a few seconds and disappeared outside the door - not yet People find out.

"For this reason, I would like to give you the clan language of the Holier clan, one of the top six in the feast, Your Highness Thales."

The vampire went away, leaving only a special chuckle that reached the young man's ears:

"What goes around comes again and again, everlasting."